Cersei Lannister had woken in the middle of the night to the sound of screams coming from joffrey's chambers. She had gotten up and rushed to the aid of her son who was supposed to get married in just two days.
When she got to his door she tried to open the door but it was locked. She panicked not knowing how to get in. "help. Someone help." She was screaming.
Ser Osmund Kettleblack was the first on the scene. "Your Grace. What is the matter." The kingsgaurd asked the queen in an annoyed tired voice.
"Joffrey. He was screaming. You have to get in there and help him." The queen was begging.
Ser Osmund through himself at the door trying to break it down. It didn't budge. He threw himself again, and nothing. Then on the third time he managed to break down the door.
Inside was a sight to horrible for cersei to conceive. Blood, lots of blood and it was everywhere. Little bits of Joffrey were everywhere and on his bed lay Joffreys crown covered in little teensy bits of himself.
Cersei's heart stopped for a moment. She felt herself fall to the ground. She couldn't remember when she started crying, her hands were shaking. Ser Osmund had to hold her to keep her from falling anymore. He's dead. Joff is dead.
Meanwhile
A tall thin man with brown hair and a devilish smile was sneaking off to the blackwater to dispose of a garbage bag and a knife soaked in blood. His gold cloak shimmering in the moonlight. It was the Captain of the city watch Ser Dexter.